Lyrics: Conejo - Did I Sell My Soul?

Lyrics For Conejo's "Did I Sell My Soul?" Song From His "Written In Blood" Album.



Intro:
I Signed A Contract
But I Ain't Get No Mansion
No Cars, No Boats
No Nada
Than What The Fuck Did I Exchange My Soul For?

Verse 1:
C-Rock Is The Ying
C-Mack Is The Yang
They Got The Business Fucked Up
And Their Product Is Wack
They Sound Black
And They Exhibit They Back
But When They Get To The Pen
Its Guaranteed To Get Shanked
And The Crumbs That You Made
Off That Box Of Garbage
Got A Muthafuker Laughing
Cause Your Vehicle Salvage
I'm A Savage
That Means I Body Bag You
Out Of State In The Desert
Cause You Got No Value
Sabes - Holla
They Know To Fight The Pigs
Blue Rag State Of Mind
That Split Your Wig
So Take Heed
Or Become Ghostly
I Sleep With The Vest
And The AK Closely
You Bitches know Me
For Drug Dealin' & Pimpin'
I Walk With The Cain
But A G Ain't Limpin
The Boy Trippin'
On Your Personnel
Homie Smacking Muthafuckas
In This Concrete Hell

Chorus:
Did I Sell My Soul?
I Shook Hands With The Devils
Is That The Shit I Had To Do
To Reach This Level
Its My Endeavor
To Come This Strong
Enemies Try To Cross Me
And Do Me Wrong
I Must've Sold My Soul
While I was Fucken wasted
The Dragon In My Vein
And I Began To Chase It
Gave Me Methods
Then I Got In The Lab
With A Bag Of Narcotic
And A Writing Pad

Verse 2:
So Many Gimmicks Homie
And So Many Critics
That After Meditation
I Ain't Trying To Hear It
Saint Louise Fitted
I'm Sly, Slick & Wicked
This City Got Bricks
For A Lower Ticket
Shoot The Digits
You A Fabrication
So I Ain't Doin' Shit
With Your Association
For Real Though
What The Fuck You Flippin'?
When My Boys Do The Shipment
Newspaper Clippin'
Gun Shots
From The Wesson Toys
And I Just Got Back
From Illinois
Its An Eye For An Eye
In The Windy City
Ese All Foreign Cars
And Big Ass Titties
Patrollin'
Looking For Taliban
Ese Afghan Style
No Pinching Plan
I'm The Medicine Man
Hear My Tribe
I Smoke Into The Plants
That Get You High

Chorus:
Did I Sell My Soul?
I Shook Hands With The Devils
Is That The Shit I Had To Do
To Reach This Level
Its My Endeavor
To Become This Strong
Enemies Try To Cross Me
And Do Me Wrong
I Must've Sold My Soul
While I was Fucken wasted
The Dragon In My Vein
I Began To Chase It
Gave Me Methods
Then I Got In The Lab
With A Bag Of Narcotic
And A Writing Pad

Verse 3:
You Want This Throne?
In Your Fucken Dreams
Only Cocaine Slangers
Understand The Green
And Thats A Fact
You Wanna Conquer That
The Shit That I Build
Fool My Clips Are Filled
So Place Your Gangstas
I'm A Fucken Magician
2-Story Crack House
Offer Exposition
You Already Dead
You A Organ Donor
Watching 20 TVs
I'm A New Club Owner
Another Day Another Dollar
Ask The File Clerk
I'm A Wait Till You Receive
Homie Get You For Work
I Sever Fingers
And I Heard You Would Finger
On A Stand Up In Court
Like An R&B Singer
Singing Hooks To The Jury
The Judge Is Watching
There's A Bomb Under Your Seat
And The Clock Ain't Stoppin'
Booom!
Your Ass Went Through The Ceilin'
But That's What You Get
For Your Punk Ass Squealin'

Chorus:
Did I Sell My Soul?
I Shook Hands With The Devils
Is That The Shit I Had To Do
To Reach This Level
Its My Endeavor
To Become This Strong
Enemies Try To Cross Me
And Do Me Wrong
I Must've Sold My Soul
While I was Fucken wasted
The Dragon In My Vein
I Began To Chase It
Gave Me Methods
Then I Got In The Lab
With A Bag Of Narcotic
And A Writing Pad

Outro:
You See
We Got All These Raggedy Ass Muthafuckers
Trying To Be Hollywood
Walking Out The Swapmeet
Feeling Like A Million Bucks
But I'm Here Now
C - O - N
The Avenging Angel
Doing This Shit For Everybody Out There
That Just Ain't Inspired
By The Bullshit Thats Out Right Now
Ha These Muthafuckas Is Wack